Rowan could not recall the last time he had felt this weak, not even when he was transmigrated into the body of a child back in Trion. He hated this weakness, but it was something he was accustomed to once more. This world had done more than enough to showcase his weakness to him, time and time again.
'Now, where am I?'
He felt as if his entire body was squeezed into a cold and decaying sack that was filled with fluids that contained maggots and other vermin that crept and crawled.
He choked as it filled his mouth and nostrils, but his supernatural willpower held back his disgust, he had touched worse and felt worse, but this body he was in was now clearly mortal, and if he did not escape the cage that held him, he would drown in what felt like shit.
